He could forget about ever having a date with a realgirl. He'd be lucky not to get the crap kicked out of him every day forthe rest of his school day....He was lucky-none of the girl's friends happened to be present thatnight. But his mom and aunt heaped one humiliation after another onhim. He had to choose and try on multiple new outfits in severalstores, all of them extremely feminine. Dresses, skirt and topcombinations, even shoes such as Maryjanes and several pairs of heelswound up in. Your cunt. Your bitch. Your…”I paused, swallowing. This one was the hardest to admit. It came out in a whisper so soft I wasn’t sure if she heard it at first.“Your toilet slut.”Her smile was worth the humiliation of saying the words. A month ago I would never have imagined letting anyone do what I let her do to me. Six months ago I was a cock obsessed little slut. Now I belonged to her. I was her insatiable plaything. I glanced down at my cunt and at the red teeth imprints marking it and my. Hahaha.”Suddenly, I made my move. I smooched her beautiful lips and silenced her laughs. She responded back too. Slowly, we were exploring each other’s mouth. That wet feeling was heavenly, I could feel my boner inside my boxers. I sucked on her upper lips and lower lips alternately, while I was pressing on her ass and slowly massaging her hip area. She was letting out slow moans, while I proceeded to suck her succulent and juicy tongue.Freya was gasping for breath and so was I. Slowly, I moved. She made me laugh-it had been so long since I'd laughed like that. She also was willing to discuss anything under the sun, and she held her own. We ended up eating lunch together, even going out for a drink after work a few times.Smitten? I'd passed that point long ago. To paraphrase Paul McCartney: falling, yes I was falling. She'd been working for us for three months when I passed the point of no return. I was absolutely falling in love with this girl. I think the sentiment was shared.There.